Where is the west

Hidden within me

That we would gather our belongings

And head there

Seeking fortune

And newness

On the shores of the ocean distant?

How far must we travel

To find a metaphor

And sit beneath its shade

Choosing our new names

For a new world.?

We might become pioneers

And find lost sunset places

New soft lit hidden spaces

To be who we always knew we were

After the journey ends.